Chapter 6827 Bloodstained Divine Artifact

The huge square was originally dead silent. With Wu Tian's sudden opening, the atmosphere seemed to be stagnant!

But the strange thing was that Wu Tian's tone, which was like a slippery boy, although dragging Wen, did not let the atmosphere of impending storms completely erupt.

Hua Tian Kuang, Xuanyuan Qingtian, and Lu Lao Ba all looked at Nangong Mu Sheng at this time, as if watching a play!

Wu Tian's words were equivalent to a disguised provocation. How would Nangong Mu Sheng respond?

Would the two firsts on the list fight immediately if they disagreed?

Nangong Mu Sheng, who was leaning against the mountain wall, finally raised his head slightly at this time and looked at Wu Tian.

Wu Tian's closed eyes slowly opened and looked over.

The sights of the two firsts seemed to meet!

But the next moment, Nangong Mu Sheng looked away and actually looked in the direction of Ye Wu Que, who had always been like a background board.

Ye Wu Que felt Nangong Mu Sheng's gaze. This number one on the Tyrant List was looking at him.

"You... are from Tianhuang?"

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded, belonging to Nangong Musheng, just like the wind in the fields at night, natural and clean.

Xuanyuan Qingtian and Lu Laoba blinked their eyes and immediately looked at Wutian!

Wutian was ignored!

Wutian raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't expect Nangong Musheng to suddenly communicate with Ye Wuque.

But Wutian, who was ignored, did not get angry. Instead, he looked at Ye Wuque with interest.

Ye Wuque, who was sitting cross-legged, had a calm face and faced Nangong Musheng's questions, but before he could open his mouth, Nangong Musheng's voice sounded again.

"Tianhuang, I've been there once."

"It's a good place."

Inexplicable words fell one after another, and Nangong Musheng, who had finished speaking, retracted his gaze and lowered his head, as if he began to doze off, as if he had been talking to himself all the time and didn't need Ye Wuque's answer at all.

Ye Wuque still had a calm face and retracted his gaze as well.

"This Nangong Musheng's personality... is weird!" Lu Laoba couldn't help but whispered.

Hua Tiankuang stared at Nangong Musheng and said, "There is always a fine line between genius and madness."

"Living beings like Nangong Musheng are absolutely different from ordinary geniuses!"

"Not understanding, not seeing through, means the unknown, and the unknown is the most terrifying..." As the third on the Xuanhuang list, Hua Tiankuang's eyesight is naturally needless to say.

And Wu Tian, ​​seeing Nangong Musheng like this, smiled inexplicably at this moment.

"He has personality, I like it."

He closed his eyes again and began to take a nap.

The huge square fell into a dead silence again.

But this dead silence did not last long...

Tap tap tap!

Another sound of footsteps slowly rang out, but this time, it was no longer one, but two.

Two living beings stepped into the huge square and came to the top of the road to becoming a god.

Hua Tiankuang and the other two looked over!

As far as the eye can see, two figures stepped in one after the other. After seeing the appearance of the two figures clearly, their eyes moved, as if they recognized them!

The leader was a bald man who looked to be in his thirties. He was tall and straight, and his long robe fluttered, like a free and easy traveler.

But his eyes seemed to flow with two long rivers of starlight, extremely bright, even shining, so that one could feel a soaring ambition and strong self-confidence at a glance.

In addition, there was a calm demeanor as if he had experienced life and death.

The shining eyes revealed a kind of peace and tranquility. In an instant, he looked at the figure that had appeared in the huge square, and then showed a faint smile, as if he was eager to try.

This creature was the first of the ten seeds sent by the Buried Emperor Spirit Clan, and was the one that the entire Buried Emperor Spirit Clan had the greatest hope of becoming a god...

镟�i!

The second figure following behind Chen Yi was dressed exactly like Chen Yi, but with a more restrained aura, like a vase that could not be moved by the wind, or a reef in the deep sea, with a powerful and tenacious gaze. It

was obviously another seed of the Buried Emperor Spirit Clan.

Chen Yi, standing on the huge square, looked back at the mountain road he came from and sighed inexplicably.

"After all, are there only two of us who have come here..."

Chen Yi's voice was peaceful, but at this moment, it was full of emotion. The "

Cao Shu" he was talking about was another seed of the Buried Emperor Spirit Clan. When he heard this, a firmness surged in his eyes.

"They must have tried their best!"

He nodded slightly, retracted his gaze, looked at the black-robed man sitting cross-legged like a sculpture in front of him, and murmured: "Yes, on the road to becoming a god, every living being has tried their best. God's will is clear, but man can conquer nature..."

He stopped talking, but chose a place to sit cross-legged, and the noisy Cang Chen was panicking.

At this time, outside the huge square, there were waves of noise and unwilling roars of anger!

"Why?"

"Only those who have reached the level of Jiujiu Guiyi can enter? Why?"

"I have tried my best and paid an unimaginable price to get here, but I can't get in?"

"Unfair!! Unfair!"

...

Finally, the large group of creatures from the Three Wastelands seemed to have arrived, but what greeted them was a cruel fact.

On the road to becoming a god, the further you go, the Jiujiu Guiyi level will fall at any time!

It is conceivable that a being who has reached the ninth level of the Great Perfection of the Soul Refining Stage can finally reach here and successfully reach the 28th level of the top of the road to becoming a god. How incredible is it?

Each of them must be an outstanding player, plus they have good luck to be able to do it. They are all good seedlings.

However, they were stopped before the last step.

Who can accept it?

Rumble!

Crack!

Not long after, there was a huge roar outside. Someone who had reached the ninth level of the Soul Refining Realm could no longer control himself and wanted to blast through the restrictions and force his way in, but it was completely useless.

Desperate roars, unwilling shouts, and sorrowful cries gradually resounded.

A square separated the two sides.

One side was heaven, and the other side was hell.

What a sigh?

Finally, more creatures came in intermittently, and each of them was almost stumbling and injured. They were all masters at the level of Jiujiu Guiyi, that is, masters on the Lianghuang list. There

were about a dozen of them, and they finally came here. After coming in, they all had mixed feelings, both grateful and uneasy.

During this period.

Two figures appeared again that attracted attention.

One was the seed of the Yaotian clan, the most powerful one, who was comparable to the status of the benchmark, named... Yuan Zheng.

The other one, wearing a gray cloak, concealed his true face, and it was unclear whether he was a man or a woman. He exuded a strange aura all over his body, like a shadow.

Almost the moment this creature appeared, Ye Wuque looked over, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Has the second emperor finally appeared?

But at this moment!

An inexplicable divine power came from the entrance, causing countless creatures to look sideways.

Even Ye Wuque was attracted.

Because he was not unfamiliar with this divine power, he had just experienced it not long ago.

"This is... the aura of my life artifact!"

Could it be that a fallen demigod has arrived?

But soon, Hua Tiankuang's beautiful eyes condensed again, and slowly uttered three words.

"Source Nishen!"

Among the three wastelands, it can be said that the most amazing and incredible Tyrant of the Wasteland has arrived.

Before the person arrived, the first thing that caught his eye was actually a sapphire spear!

The sharp edge was exposed.

The tip of the spear exuded a sharpness that was enough to penetrate the world!

It was held casually by a palm.

What caught the attention of all the living beings was that the lapis lazuli spear was stained with blood!

There was even blood dripping down, and the blood seemed to be still warm.

All the living beings looked at each other in bewilderment.

The next moment, a tall and handsome figure, as if reflected by the bright moon, stepped into the square.

Yuan Nishen!

Holding the blood-stained lapis lazuli spear, his face was calm, but there was an indescribable mystery and unpredictability.

"What's going on? That aura should be the innate artifact that only fallen demigods can possess, right? How could Yuan Nishen possess it? Could he also be..." Hua Tiankuang was shocked at this moment, and subconsciously looked at Ye Wuque. As an eyewitness, she had seen the Lie Shen Immortal Spear of the ancient gods, and many unbelievable thoughts came to her mind at this moment.

But Ye Wuque had a calm face. His eyes looked at Yuan Nishen who walked in, with an unprecedented bright light shining in them. He slowly said, "No, this Yuan Nishen should have just experienced an earth-shaking battle."

"The blood-stained spear in his hand should be his... trophy."

"Not only the enemy's blood, but also his blood."

"He is seriously injured, but does not hide it, and does not care. He still comes so powerfully. It's interesting..."

As soon as these words came out, Hua Tiankuang's beautiful pupils shrank slightly, and his heart was shocked!